Poems

MORNING MEEETING

EVERY MORNING I MET MY FRIEND OLLIE

IN BASIN STREEET BESIDE OUR OFFICE

HE ALWAYS GAVE ME BAD NEWS

THIS MORNING

I SAW HIM STOP AT THE BRIDGE BESIDE THE CANAL

HE WAS THINKING OF THE BAD NEWS HE WOULD GIVE ME

THERE WAS NO GREAT BAD NEWS ON THE RADIO THAT MORNING

OLLIE SPLUTTERED

A MAN WAS KILLED IN CHINA THIS MORNING

 

 

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